Nine Star Hegemon Body Art

Little Nine and Bai Xiaole had known each other for a long time, their souls deeply connected. Yet, Little Nine had never seen Bai Xiaole like this before—his fury was calm yet burning.

In the past, it had always been Little Nine who threatened to sever their contract, while Bai Xiaole bitterly pleaded for it to reconsider. Eventually, Bai Xiaole simply accepted its bad temperament.

But now, the roles were reversed. Bai Xiaole was the one threatening to cancel their contract, and he seemed serious. Seeing this, Little Nine was frightened.

Oftentimes, Little Nine had only tried to scare Bai Xiaole. After their initial encounter, it hadn’t truly thought about leaving him. But this time, Bai Xiaole’s words struck like thunder. For the first time, Little Nine realized that Bai Xiaole’s patience had reached its limit. If it acted willfully again, Bai Xiaole would sever their bond without hesitation, regardless of the consequences.

Little Nine fell silent, its gaze lingering resentfully on Hou Tianwu before it slowly closed its eyes.

Seeing this, Bai Xiaole sighed with relief. He loved Little Nine dearly. After all, it was his closest companion, someone he would sacrifice his own life to protect. But its sudden change in character after gaining strength had been difficult to tolerate. A little willfulness was fine, but if Little Nine disrupted their plans and led to devastating consequences, he would never forgive it—or himself.

Thus, Bai Xiaole’s words hadn’t been an empty threat. If Little Nine overstepped, he would use his Heavenly Eye’s power to seal both of them away from this battle. It would be a loss for the Dragonblood Legion, as they would lose two key fighters. However, Long Chen had made it clear: once he started subduing the Emperor reverse scale, they had to stall for as long as possible until he returned.

Everyone’s focus was on the Emperor reverse scale, making this the perfect opportunity to buy time. But if Little Nine acted rashly, the battle would start in advance, leading to dire consequences. As a result, Bai Xiaole had no choice but to be heartless.

Heartless words cut deeper than blades. Though Little Nine stopped for Bai Xiaole’s sake, its heart ached. However, Bai Xiaole had no time to console it.

When Long Chen was pulled into the Emperor reverse scale’s space, the violet sun above started to tremble, unleashing a violent killing intent that filled the air. Even an expert like Hou Tianwu shuddered in its presence.

“Damn it, what did that bastard do to enrage the Emperor reverse scale so much?! It specifically wants to kill him!” exclaimed Hou Tianwu, gritting his teeth.

Now, anyone sucked into that space would definitely die. Originally, their plan had been to use their combined strength to gradually wear down the scale’s power. By exhausting it little by little, they hoped someone might eventually seize control of it.

But as various top experts slaughtered each other in the struggle for dominance, rivers of blood flowed, and the Emperor reverse scale got more unstable.

Hou Tianwu and his allies had assumed it was merely reacting to the bloodshed, but now, with Long Chen trapped inside, a terrifying realization dawned on them. If the Emperor reverse scale started killing them one by one, their entire strategy would crumble. None of them were confident enough to take it on alone. Once inside, there was no coming back.

“Now that Long Chen’s been drawn in, he’s our test subject. We’ll see just how powerful the Emperor reverse scale truly is,” Xiang Tu remarked coldly.

This unexpected development disrupted Xiang Tu’s plans. But if Long Chen died inside, it wouldn’t be a complete loss. He had been wary of Long Chen falling to Hou Tianwu’s hands earlier, as that would have bolstered Hou Tianwu’s prestige. However, the Emperor reverse scale was an unknown factor. If Long Chen perished inside, at least they would gain some insight into its capabilities.

“Will big brother Long Chen be alright?” asked Xiao Yue.

Smiling, Tang Wan-er replied, “Don’t worry, everything is within his expectations. He just didn’t think it would progress so fast.”

The Emperor reverse scale trembled violently, drawing every gaze on the battlefield.

On the left side of the battlefield, two women also watched intently. They were Feng Fei and Jiang Yue’e.

“This guy is always full of surprises. What do we do now?” Feng Fei murmured with a wry smile.

Moments ago, after hearing Long Chen’s sharp curses, they had wanted to join forces with him. If needed, they had even considered helping him alleviate some of the pressure.

During the Jiuli Divine Stele’s competition, Long Chen had not only secured all the runes for himself, but just before being expelled from the space, he had forcefully broken the spatial wall, slapped Long Zaiye across the face, and even stolen some of his runes. After that, he shared the stolen runes with Long Tianrui, Feng Fei, and Jiang Yue’e.

It was thanks to Long Chen’s help that they had this opportunity. With the additional runes, their comprehension soared, allowing them to refine more original Jiuli divine runes and condense their core veins quickly.

In the path of cultivation, being one step ahead meant everything. That single step could leave others far behind in the dust.

Feng Fei and Jiang Yue’e had acknowledged this debt and had been thinking about how to repay it. Jiang Yue’e, in particular, was not one to leave favors unreturned. She didn’t like owing someone. However, before they could act, Long Chen had been drawn into the Emperor reverse scale.

Their hearts sank. This was a domain no one else could enter. Calling it a forbidden zone wasn’t quite accurate—it was a death trap.

Faced with such overwhelming power, they were as insignificant as ants. Even if they wished to help, they lacked the means to do so.

Nearby, Long Tianrui also started at the Emperor reverse scale, her expression filled with worry.

Just as all eyes fixated on the Emperor reverse scale, Long Chen appeared atop a giant altar.

Eight violet dragon pillars encircled the enormous altar. Chains of violet energy connected them, binding a lone figure at the altar’s center.

As Long Chen took in the sight, the bound figure slowly opened its eyes. Twin violet pupils gleamed like razor-sharp blades, locking onto him with piercing intensity.

“Xiu Yang, have you sent your disciple to his death?”

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